For once I don't have many author's notes for this chapter…sorry it took so long, I kinda got distracted by another idea for a fic I had and my head was debating working on that and on this and I finally told myself to wait on that one til this one is over.
So did anyone else go through that HOLY SHIT IT'S WINTER thing this past week? It's fucking cold now, where I am it went from highs in the 80s to highs in the 50s in a week, and I haven't turned my heat on yet because I'm a dumbass. So while you're reading this you guys can love me and imagine me laying here in bed writing JUST FOR YOU ALL and freezing my ass off because I'm actually at my parent's house for the weekend and it's 62 inside x.x So, that said, please review! I can't improve the story/come up with more songs because I'm almost at the end of my list and I know I want more than what I still have without you guys!
Also, the end of this one is kinda cheesy...sorry...I really wanted to get it finished today, but I kinda fell asleep while typing, so I know I typed, and I know what it says, but my head can't wrap around it at the moment...
WARNINGS: Sexy time between two very fine looking men. (Oh Pinto how I do enjoy looking at you two, and can never think of the car or horse the same way ever again)
Someone To Watch Over Me - Ella Fitzgerald
Jim stalked off of the transporter pad, followed by Spock and McCoy. He was pissed. It had been another routine first contact mission; meet the ambassadors and leaders of the new planet they were inviting into the Federation, have dinner with them, because it was custom, sign some sort of treaty, and everything would be fine. But no, Spock had to open his big mouth and call Jim out on surreptitiously molesting Spock's hand under the table, a taboo between members of the same gender in the new culture, as they held the same ideas of public contact as Vulcans, only a fair amount stricter. They'd been accosted by the people, sentenced to death, almost died, come out of it just because of Spock's inhuman strength, and managed to beam back without a whole lot of damage, but now, Jim was pissed.
He marched from the transporter room, down the hall to sick bay, as Doctor McCoy had made routine, mainly because of Jim's numerous allergic reactions to some of the most random things imaginable, and immediately sat on one of the tables, glaring at the doorway furiously, imagining the sliding metal doors magically catching on fire. He was momentarily joined by both his first officer, who he continued glaring at as he walked into the room and took his typical position beside the table that Jim was sitting on, hands locked behind his back, and the doctor, who immediately grabbed a tricorder and started going over Jim slowly. The captain was somehow allergic to things like carpet and air, but could live in a room with cats for a week without a single reaction, how he managed it was a mystery to McCoy.
There's a saying old, says that love is blind
till we're often told, seek and ye shall find
So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind
The examination moved quickly and both men were released, heading to their separate, but adjacent quarters in silence. Spock could feel the animosity flowing off of Jim without having to touch him, and he was particularly curious about it's origin. Instead of heading to his own room, he followed Jim, standing at attention in the doorway.
"May I inquire as to the inducement of your displeasure, Jim?" Jim paused for a moment, having made his way to the desk in the center of the room. He grabbed a hold of the back of his chair, fingers gripping tightly. Spock watched his hand as his knuckles, even in the faint light Jim had his quarters set at, turned white, the blood rushing from his hands as he struggled for control. After the moment passed, he slowly turned, facing Spock.
"My displeasure" the word was stated with a hint of bitterness, a mocking tone, "is because you just had to say something, didn't you?" Spock could tell that the question was rhetorical, however, it was indeed a question, and he felt the need to respond.
Looking everywhere, haven't found him yet
He's the big affair I cannot forget
Only man I ever think of with regret
"The action was against the laws of the culture. If I had not pointed out the action, and the nobility found out, the corresponding punishment would still have occurred." Jim sighed slightly, not really willing to listen to one of Spock's explanations at the moment. All he really wanted to do was have a stiff drink, alone, and then pass out for a few hours while he had the time. Spock, however, seemed to be thinking very differently. "It was my belief, that perhaps the punishment would be less severe if we had admitted to the crime, instead of attempting to hide the deed."
"Yes, Spock, but the "if" factor is still there. If you hadn't have said anything, they might not have caught us."
"I believe that it was your action that received the punishment, my only involvement was the receiving of such contact." It surprised Jim, sometimes, how Spock could reprimand him, yet keep the monotony of his voice so controlled. Jim was practically shaking with anger, mostly at Spock's arguing. They didn't normally argue, it was actually very rare that they did, and never had Jim yelled at Spock, despite the creeping feeling of wanting to do so, or maybe that was just his libido telling him how extremely sexy an angry Spock was.
I'd like to add his initial to my monogram
Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?
"Yeah, but all three of us got that punishment, or do you not remember the giant thing with the teeth that tried to eat our faces?"
"It is called a - "
"I don't care what it's called, Spock. It tried to kill us, that's all that matters." Jim exploded finally, not able to keep his emotions at bay any longer. He was tired, cranky, hungry, because they hadn't gotten to finish the meal, and frankly, he just wanted to get drunk at that moment in time. And Spock wasn't letting him accomplish any of these things. He loved the man, but sometimes he just grated at Jim's nerves. "We could have died down there, all because you had to open your damn mouth." Spock was shocked into silence. Other than the few times on the bridge during their first few days together on board the ship, he had never heard Jim speak like this. He simply stared at the other man for a few minutes, watching Jim breathe, calming himself.
It only took Jim a moment to calm down, getting all of his stress out in the single blow before looking back up at Spock. The Vulcan was staring at the ground at Jim's feet, blinking blindly at the carpet, brows slightly furrowed together.
"Spock…I'm sorry, I didn't mean -" He was cut off by Spock raising a hand between them, looking up.
"It is I who should apologize. I did not consider the alternate possibility of the nobles' failure to address the situation. I reacted impulsively and should return to my quarters to meditate upon my actions." He turned to leave. Jim reached out, grabbing Spock's sleeve tightly and tugging him back into the room.
There's a somebody I'm longin' to see
I hope that he, turns out to be
Someone who'll watch over me
"You don't have to leave. It's ok, I'm kinda the last person you need to apologize about impulsive behavior to…" He grinned slightly, trying to make Spock cheer up, or at least cheer up to the extent of Vulcan cheering. Which basically meant making Spock stop staring at the floor.
"I don't care about how impulsive and non-Vulcan you are, you were just lookin' out for me, and that's all that matters. I appreciate it." Spock turned to Jim finally, opening his mouth to reply, but Jim leaned forward, blocking the words with his own lips.
The kisses between Jim and Spock were never particularly spectacular until the heat was really turned on and they were sweaty and pressed against each other, but despite that, neither of them could get enough. It always started the same, beginning soft and chaste, Jim wrapping his arms around Spock's neck, Spock's arms going around Jim's waist. They'd figured out a formula, unconsciously, that worked as well as they normally did on the bridge. They instinctively knew each other's next movements, whether Jim was horny and immediately stripped, or if Spock was in control, allowing his hands to wander over Jim's form before any clothing was removed, and everything in between.
Tonight was a particularly hot night between them, a desperate release of tension floating in the air between them as they kissed, Jim's arms, as normal, circling Spock's neck and Spock's arms, as before, resting on the small of Jim's back, pulling the slightly shorter man closer. Jim was craving Spock's kisses, needing the release after the altercation they had just experienced.
I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood
I know I could, always be good
To one who'll watch over me
That was it, make-up sex was the best sex Jim had ever had, it was to the point at which he was considering arguing with Spock on a daily basis, just for the make-up sex. Somehow within the past two and a half minutes, Jim had managed to get the clothes off of both of them and Spock and maneuvered them to the bed, and was now buried deep inside of Jim, who was left writhing on the sheets under him, only able to articulate Spock's name and a few colorful obscenities.
Jim had known from that first kiss that he wouldn't last long tonight, he was already gripping the blankets with stark white knuckles, feeling as if all the blood in his body was rushing downward to his groin. He watched Spock through half-lidded eyes, his mind trying to remember Spock's face at this moment, brows together, breathing heavily, every once in a while letting out animalistic groans and growls. Jim always considered Spock to be part cat, just because of his movements, but the sounds the Vulcan made during sex had just added to his suspicion. He released one hand's grip on the sheets, reaching up to brush his fingers through Spock's hair slowly before gripping the back of his neck and pulling him down for another searing kiss.
The slight movement changed the angle of movement inside of Jim, causing a sharp spike of pleasure through him and into Spock through the kiss. Both men gasped into each other's mouths, not wanting to break contact in fear of removing that pleasure.
Although he may not be the man some
Girls think of as handsome
To my heart he carries the key
It only took a few more prods at the sensitive area before Jim arched off the bed, his chest contacting with Spock's, arms circling the slightly taller man's torso and pulling him close. Jim's eyes were wide and he gasped for air as he was overcome with sensation. He came hard over his own chest as well as Spock's, riding out his orgasm while still impaled comfortably on Spock. It only took a moment more before Spock released inside of Jim, his hotter than terran seed warming the young captain as he happily laid there in his orgasmic stupor.
Spock moved to the side, laying beside Jim, silent. He looked relaxed, more relaxed than Jim had ever seen him, almost ready for his first officer to break out into a grin, even though he knew how illogical that thought was. He moved close to Spock, turning on his side and curling up against the warmth that emanated from the Vulcan, watching him stare at the ceiling. He let the other sit in silence for a bit before attempting to break his concentration.
"Spock…I really am sorry…" He watched for any reaction. It was at this moment that Jim realized that he was the only person to ever see the amount of emotion that Spock released in front of him. From the gentle relaxed state he was in now, to his face during their sexual escapades, he would be the only person to ever see those emotions. It was a large revelation for Jim, he almost missed Spock's response.
Won't you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me
"I understand, Jim, there is no need to continue apologizing." Jim frowned slightly that his apology wasn't thoroughly excepted, but he quickly convinced himself that it was adequate. He grinned at Spock finally, moving even closer against him and reaching up to turn on his bed-side computer, intent on breaking the silence in the room. He turned the computer on, putting it on random, and a song started playing, something he'd always enjoyed. The song seemed oddly appropriate for him as he watched Spock.
"You know…I think I'm falling in love with you…" He grinned down at Spock, somewhat meaning the statement to be a joke. But deep down, something inside him told him it wasn't just a joke, but in fact that true feelings he was keeping hidden. Spock looked at him slowly.
"It is illogical to proclaim such things in such short amounts of time." Jim rolled his eyes slightly.
"Relax, I haven't proclaimed anything. You're just the first person I've done a lot of things with, and it's really different from all of my other relationships in the past…"
"You have not felt a connection to those affairs?"
"They're not affairs, Spock, they're one night stands." He sighed slightly before continuing. "But yeah, like, I've never actually laid in bed after sex and talked…it's always 'oh my roommate's back, you should leave…" He remembered that one time in Gaila's room, something Jim doubted he would ever forget.
Won't you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me
"So you feel a sense of comradery "
"More than that, like…a connection…I dunno, it's hard to explain…" Spock paused for a moment, could it be a bond forming between the two of them? He had, in fact, felt the same bond forming, the feeling was worrying him. But hearing this from Jim sent a sense of relief over him. He allowed a small smile to slip through and looked down slightly, expecting Jim's laughter at his weak display of emotion, only to find Jim fast asleep against Spock's shoulder.
Someone to watch over me
